She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. Laughed. Free black porn “Then let me break. Sister Roxy was not born a hero — she was forged into one, molded by pain, obedience, and the fire of devotion. No armor. He only looked at her — truly looked — and understood what she had done. She could not. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. As long as the core reaches him.”
Verena offered her a leather belt — a strip of old, cracked ecclesiarch hide. A vessel. Her body was already tense. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. What she had become. After long, hellish moments, the weight slid free. Her hands gripped her knees. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. Roxy lay still, her body exhausted, her purpose fulfilled. Laughed. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel.
